Date: Sat, 3 Feb 2001 06:32:01 -0800 (PST)
From: einhard
Subject: Me and Brad, ch. VII
Me and Brad, ch. VII (M/t, oral, anal, WS, inc)
by einhard
PLEASE NOTE: This story is fiction from beginning to end. The characters
don't exist, and the things they do, never happened.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Here comes the last chapter of "Me and Brad". Hope you enjoy
it.
And so the two weeks of "babysitting" ended. As I left, I felt very much in
two minds about my incipient feelings for little Robbie. On the one hand, I
was at the least infatuated with him. On the other hand, there were all the
difficulties: We were related and he was so much younger than me.
But end it did, and leave I did. I spent the rest of the summer working
hard, trying to get back in my folks' good graces. If I did well, then
maybe, just maybe, they wouldn't make me give up the apartment I was renting
off campus. What with all the work, there was precious little time for
playing around.
As I returned to college in the fall, I found I had precious little desire
to play around, at least to begin with. As things will, however, memories of
summer and of Robbie faded, leaving me free (or free enough) to resume my
sex life. Not quite in the same way as before, because I couldn't afford to
step as high, wide and plentiful as the first year, but I still had fun. As
I excpected, Dave and Cal (the two scat aficionados) were quite willing to
indulge in some occasional piss play with me. Not too often, though; I think
they found it a bit tame to do only piss and no shit. And I was not willing
to get into coprophilia.
To get to the point, here I was again. Another two weeks at the Adams'
house, babysitting. My aunt and uncle had been very pleased with the reports
they'd had from Brad, Robbie and Katie the year before, and even more
impressed with Brad's new and improved attitude towards his younger
siblings. So they'd asked me to do a repeat performance. Thinking it would
look strange if I declined without a very good reason (which I didn't have),
I had told them "yes", and I was just driving up to the house.
Leaving the car, I looked out for another assault like I'd experienced with
Robbie's greeting a year earlier, but everything seemed quite peaceful. So
peaceful, in fact, that I wondered if I had come a week too soon. Shortly,
however, aunt Cecilia and Katie came trotting out to greet me.
"Tommy! I'm so glad to see you", my aunt said, giving me a hug. Katie, too,
allowed herself to be hugged. I was amazed at the change in her; she looked
so much older. Maybe it was the fashionable hairstyle, or maybe the general
deportment. Her shyness seemed almost gone, and she bore herself with a new
confidence. Another charmer on the way for sure.
"Brad and Robbie are out fishing with their dad, but they should be home
soon" my aunt told me. I was ushered into the house and installed in a room.
We'd just sat down for coffee when we heard people entering from the
basement. In a minute, both boys were standing in the room, greeting me.
Brad was much the same as the year before: Lean and muscular, but with
somewhat sharper features, starting to look like a young man rather than a
big boy. Robbie, however, was very different. He still gave the impression
of boyish shyness, but there was so much more of him. Seen vertically, I
mean. He must have been at least six inches taller than the previous year,
and I couldn't help wonder if something else had grown, too. Also, he was
more muscular and defined. Not much left of the baby fat that had still been
in evidence last summer.
Even more startling was his behavior, though. I mean, I had been all
trepidation at the thought of meeting him again, and somehow I'd imagined it
would be the same for him. But as soon as he'd given me a handshake, he was
out of the house again, shouting something about going over to see Pat. Me,
I was pretty confused. It was like he'd barely noticed me.
But Brad had. I didn't know if it was just my imagination, but the lust
seemed to shine out of his eyes as he watched me.
After that, the pace increased quickly. Aunt Cecilia and uncle Bill were
going further afield this time, and they were catching an evening flight to
New York to connect to a late-night departure for China. This meant they
only had a light afternoon meal before they were out the door, and I was
alone with their oldest and their youngest offspring.
"So, kids, what do you wanna do?"
"The pool!" Katie shouted excitedly. Brad looked like he would prefer
something else, but he concurred, and the pool it was. We began with a
little race, and they both beat me easily. Katie couldn't keep up with her
brother yet, but she wasn't very far behind. Damn, that kid could swim!
We spent a couple of very enjoyable hours in and out of the water. Brad took
every opportunity to rub his crotch and eye me lustily whenever Katie wasn't
looking. Well, it seemed I could have all the fun I wanted with him,
whatever might transpire with Robbie. The question was: Would I be able to
relax and just have fun? Time would tell.
At bedtime, Katie wanted me to read to her again, but this time it wasn't
Narnia. I was surprised to see her fetching a huge book from the shelves,
but very pleased to see what it was: "The Lord of the Rings"! I mean, that's
only the greatest novel ever written! Ever!! Another sort of fun with an
Adams kid.
She'd started on the book already with uncle Bob, so we picked up around the
stage where Frodo and his friends left Farmer Maggot's property. She got a
bit scared as I read about the trip to Bucklebury Ferry, and she practically
crawled under the sheets when the cloaked and hooded horseman appeared,
asking after Mr Baggins. The relief when it turned out to be only Merry was
almost palpable, and we left it there.
As I walked back to my room after clearing up in the kitchen, a sing-song
voice called softly after me:
"Oh, Tooommieee!"
It was coming from Brad's room. He was sitting on his bed, fully dressed. As
I entered, he rose and stood in front of me.
"You want some fun tonight, cousin mine?" he asked me, putting one hand on
my crotch, the other on my shoulder. I could see he was partly erect
himself.
"I might. Did you have anything in mind?"
"Well, maybe we could think of something. If you put your hand right about
here" - he pointed to his midriff - "then I could use both heads to help me
get an idea."
What my eyes had told me, was confirmed by my hand. He was erect, and
getting more so by the second. After I had let my hand slide up and down his
zip a couple of times, he started breathing heavier.
"Oh, man, I've missed this."
"What, me? Or sex with a guy in general?"
"Both. I really liked doing it with you last summer. And now Tim's on
vacation with his parents. He left a week ago. And anyway, he's so tied up
in his schoolwork, he doesn't put out that often."
"So, it's mostly you and your hand, then?"
"Naw. I do it with Robbie a couple of times a week."
"I thought you weren't comfortable doing it with him?"
"It's okay now, especially since he's gotten bigger. But he's always running
around with that Pat and some other guy I don't know. I'm sure they spend
every minute fucking each other like bunny rabbits. And you know what?"
"No, I don't. You tell me."
"He's getting interested in girls, and he goes on dates with them! How gross
is that?"
"Don't knock girls, man. I fooled around with them for years. It can be
fun."
"You did? Yuck!"
"Oh, well. Chacun a son gout."
"What?"
"French."
"Oh. Well, I think I got an idea for what you and me can do right now."
"Really? And what might that be?"
"We could start by putting a bed pad or two on this piece of furniture here,
then we could take off all our clothes and do some pissing and fucking and
stuff."
"Now, why doesn't that suggestion surprise me?"
"Because you've been wanting it, oaf, and so have I. Now, help me get this
bed ready for some moist fun."
Putting the bed pads on was quick and easy. Just to be on the safe side, I
went to check on Katie, who was sleeping soundly. Getting back, I found my
other cousin on the bed, wearing only a white T-shirt and sporting a steel
hard boner.
"Here, take your clothes off and put on this T-shirt. And have a drink."
He offered me a gigantic bottle of Coke, of which I drank in between every
garment that came off.
Sitting down alongside him, I expected him to fall all over me at once. But
he just sat there, tugging gently at the long, slender, wonderful organ.
"You know, fun as it is witn Robbie, it gets a bit repetitive. It's the same
every time: We snatch some privacy, he drinks my piss, I fuck his ass, and
it's over. I've been jacking off all year to the memory of our morning up at
the lake. That was the greatest! Relaxing, pissing and fornicating for hours
on end. Did you like it as much as I did?"
"Oh, yeah! We'll have to do it again this year. At least once."
"Hmmm", he said, dreamily. And then he let loose, a big stream of piss
hitting his throat and running down the T-shirt. I let him keep it up for a
little, then, as the jet subsided, I took his cock-head in my mouth to get
the last of the fluid. Nice!
I straddled his hips, putting my lips to his and letting the small amount of
piss go back and forth in both mouths. By concentrating hard and relaxing my
muscles at the same time, I was able to let out my own piss stream, soaking
his T-shirt even more.
After I'd finished relieving myself, I pulled him down on the bed to lie on
top of him, full length. Oh, man, what a thrill! Rubbing my upper body
against his, getting all wet from our combined piss, it was as close to
heaven as anybody can get.
"Fuck me, Tommy!" he whispered hoarsely.
"You got lube?"
"Sure." He reached into a drawer, pulling out a new tube of K-Y. I squirted
a good-sized dollop on my head and rubbed it all over the shaft.
"Don't bother about loosening me up. Just shove it in!"
I wasn't too sure about this, but Brad raised his legs high up in the air.
The look in his eyes was not one of patience, but urgency. I scooted up to
aim my pecker for the pucker. At first, I just pushed lightly, but my cousin
brought his heels down to my ass cheeks and kicked me hard, causing me to
push equally hard, and all at once I had most of my shaft inside him.
"Aaaoouww!" He was trying not to scream too loudly, but it was obvious I was
hurting him. I tried to pull out, but he had me in a vice-like grip with his
legs.
"Oh, man, that hurts so goood!" he moaned.
"You like it?"
"Oh, yess! Now, start fucking as hard as you can!"
Oh, well, if that was what he wanted. I pushed the rest of me inside, then
pulled out and shoved it in even harder than the first time. He was making
faces and noises like he was in agony and ecstacy at the same time, which
I'm guessing he was. I continued the hard, ass-slapping fucking motions, but
of course, I couldn't keep it up for long. After only a minute, I gave one
last shove, then pulled half way out and let loose with my orgasm. I
imagined the sperm hitting the inside of his bowels, drenching him with my
cum. Still on my high, I pulled out quickly and watched the slimy semen
seeping out of him.
A sudden whistling and clapping sound made me jump clear up to the ceiling.
Or so it felt. Turning my head to the left, I spotted Robbie in the doorway,
grinning hugely.
"That looked nice. I'd join you, except I'm really tired right now. But I
want a piece of that in the morning", he said, pointing to my dick, now limp
from the shock. Then he was away, leaving me with my jaw down on my knees.
"I don't believe it!" I managed to croak out. Brad was chuckling to himself.
"He likes that; catching people playing with themselves or having sex. He's
the one that should be called Tom, not you."
"Funny. I tell you, it scared the hell out of me!"
"Sure it did. Now get on your stomach, so I can fuck you. You like it that
way, right?"
I instantly forgave everybody for everything, and lay down. I sure wasn't up
to the brutal fucking style Brad seemed to have developed a taste for,
though, and told him so in no uncertain terms.
"I'll be slow and gentle, don't worry", he told me. He greased me up around
the opening, then started rubbing it around, poking gently with a finger at
the hole.
"You needn't overdo it. You can just shove it in, you know, as long as you
don't go too quick", I told him. He inserted one finger and started wiggling
it around.
"Ooh, that's good. But I meant you could just shove your dick in. Not that I
mind a fingerfuck, but I'm ready and relaxed."
"In that case, Tommy boy, here it comes." I felt the warm wetness of his
piss-soaked T-shirt on my back, and then the head starting to penetrate. It
hurt a bit, especially since he did it in one, continuous movement.
"Leave it in there for a little, Brad" I panted. It wasn't like I hadn't
taken a cock up my ass before, but I liked it gentle.
After a little while, I told him he could start moving. And he did, long,
slow, strokes, stimulating my prostate constantly. I was soon squirming, my
own cock back to it's former hardness, but he just kept plowing me.
"Yeah, Tom, I'm fucking you. Fucking my cousin's ass. This is incest, you
know. Mmmh, I love seeing my cock moving in a hot guy's ass."
He was driving me crazy here. If he wanted me to be ready for another round
inside him, he sure went about it the right way. He just kept going,
maintaining the same rhythm for the longest time.
"It's been fifteen minutes, now, Tommy. You want more? You want it hard?
Huh?"
I let out a sound intended as an affirmative, but what he heard, is
anybody's guess. It didn't matter, because he speeded up, ramming me like a
jackhammer. I guessed he was close, and I was right.
"Hmm, oh, ungh, yes, Tommy, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna release my boy-sperm
inside your hot man's ass. Yeaaahh, now! Ooohh!"
I felt him twitching inside me, and then his full weight on my back as he
gave himself up to the orgasm and it's afterglow. He stayed on top of me for
quite a while, letting his cock go limp. Finally, it slipped out, and he
rolled off.
"Jesus, Brad, that was a good one! I'm all fired up and ready to go again."
"You don't say. How about something to drink first?" He handed me the
bottle. It was still half full, and between us, we finished it.
"So what do you say we each have another piss and then do it all over
again?" He flashed me a smile, which I returned.
"I'd say it sounds like a plan, buddy."
We spent another very enjoyable half hour getting ourselves even more
soaked, before I rode his cock, bringing him to another mind-blowing orgasm.
I stayed on him after he'd cum, still bouncing up and down while I jacked
myself off, finally letting the sperm mingle with the piss on his T-shirt.
Before taking myself off to bed, I helped him put the wet sheets and
T-shirts in the washing machine and dispose of the used bedpads. We finished
off with a shower, and then went off to our respective beds to sleep. I
decided that Brad wouldn't pose much of a problem, since he was so obviously
set to have fun, plain and simple. The encounter Robbie had promised in the
morning might tell me more about the days to come.
There was a fire, but I couldn't work out what was burning. I could see the
flames shooting up really high, but it seemed to come from a small area. The
response was obvious, and I whipped out my cock, letting the piss stream out
for what seemed like five minutes. As I shook the last drops from it, the
fire was out, and there was only a little bit of smoke coming from...from me!
That was me on my back, a blackened spot in the middle of my chest oozing
smoke. As I watched, the blackness gradually disappeared, leaving the young
man that was me lying there with a wicked grin on his mug. He reached up to
touch my hardening cock.
My eyes snapped open. I was in bed, and somebody else was under the covers,
pulling at my balls. Throwing the covers to the side revealed a buck naked
Robbie, just about to stick his tongue out to lick the head.
"What are you doing, man?" I hissed at him.
"Relax, Tommy," he whispered, smiling at me. "It's only 7:30, and
everybody's still asleep. I just want some fun, okay?" He opened his mouth
and took me in as fully as he could. My, he had grown. His nose was almost
down in my bush, and I felt a the blood streaming in from all directions.
What a way to wake up!
"Will you piss for me, Tommy? I really wanna taste it. Please?" He might
have grown, but the "sweet-little-boy" look was something he could still put
on at will. I nodded, and he quickly engulfed me in his mouth again. Doing
the old concentrate-and-relax routine, I was soon filling his boy-mouth up
with hot man-piss. As it finished, he lifted his head off me, licking his
lips.
"That was good", he purred. "Wanna fuck me?" He didn't wait for an answer,
but brought out some lube, seemingly from thin air, and set about preparing
himself and me. Then he sat down on my cock, lowering himself until it was
all buried inside him.
"Yeah, this is nice, Robbie. You're so tight!"
"You think so? I like it, too. I've never had one this fat in me." He was
bouncing up and down real fast by now, and I knew it wouldn't last long.
"I'm fucking you, oh, yeah, fucking you, and it's so good. Yeah, Tom, cum
inside me! Shoot your load, man!"
I was close to the edge, and a final squeeze as he sank down on me brought
me over it. I was cumming inside my little cousin's ass for the first time!
"I liked that, but I gotta run now. Me'n Pat are meeting up with John to go
kite flying", he said as he got up. "Be back for lunch. Bye!" And he was
gone.
I shook my head, trying to figure things out. It sure didn't look like my
feelings from last year were reciprocated. In fact, I couldn't even think of
him as an object of affection anymore. I mean, I loved him, but as family
loves family. And he was hot, but much too young. Now, Brad, on the other
hand, he was becoming a man. Yeah! A man, that's more in my line. And no
emotional entanglements, either. He was hot for pissing and fucking, and
that's exactly what I wanted. I had a feeling these two weeks would be
mostly about that. Just us two big guys enjoying each other.
Just me and Brad.
This story is copyrighted by me, einhard, February 2001.
Any comments? You can mail me at: einhard@excite.com